Life is Easier If You're Handsome novel Chapter 46

Trembling.

Ja-un’s fingers shook. It felt as though if he only tightened his grip, he could cut through, but it wasn’t that easy.

Killing a person isn’t simple.

To slice through skin and muscle, to break bone, is not an easy task.

‘No, that’s not it.’

It was an easy task.

Breaking a mere bone wasn’t difficult at all.

So what was making his fingertips tremble?

“Are you truly going to sever the natural order?”

The destiny that required Ja-un to cut this blood tie made his body quake.

To survive, he had to kill the parent he should honor for giving him life and raising him.

The harsh fate crashed over him like waves.

“How can you be so brazen, having killed my mother over some superstition?”

Though the blade was pressed against his father’s neck, his father didn’t so much as blink.

He even seemed to take some enjoyment from the situation.

“Cheonsalseong is no superstition.”

Those words, spoken with a faint smile, cut through Ja-un.

“How could it be a superstition, when so many born under Cheonsal’s command...”

For such a ridiculous reason,

was he really planning to obstruct the future of a child who hadn’t even grown up yet?

That was his father’s death warrant.

From left to right,

a diagonal slash divided his father in two.

Even though it was the first sword he’d ever held,

the talent of Cheonsal led him to perfect swordsmanship.

Thud.

The sound that just dropped—was it the sound of his father’s corpse?

Or was it the thread of fate that he could never return to?

“If this was going to be the outcome, why did you raise me at all?”

The question he never managed to voice finally came out belatedly.

If he had to die so pitifully,

why didn’t he kill him right after his mother?

Why teach him to avoid people

and build a home deep in the mountains?

Why talk about morals, of all things,

when he could barely read?

A mix of resentment and longing swirled in the air, scattering like smoke.

The severed blood tie was beyond repair, so where was he supposed to go now?

“Boy, you’re a Cheonsalseong.”

A voice sounded from behind.

He hadn’t noticed someone approaching,

lost in grief as he was.

Slash!

Ja-un’s sword moved again.

The destiny of Cheonsal had begun.

Even though he’d never learned swordsmanship,

Ja-un’s sword moved in an arc designed to kill.

Clang!

But it stopped.

The cheap sword, which had already been damaged from killing one man, failed him.

“After killing just one person, you’re already unhesitant for the next.”

This is Cheonsalseong, indeed.

The man, muttering to himself, twisted Ja-un’s wrist ever so slightly.

“Ugh!”

Thud.

Ja-un’s sword twisted from his grip and fell.

“I wondered why I kept hearing noises. Turns out there was a treasure hidden here.”

The man stroked his mane-like hair and extended his hand to Ja-un.

“I am Geomnimju, the Great Swordsman of Cheonsal.”

It’s only fitting for people with the same fate to band together.

What do you say?

At his words, Ja-un looked around.

There lay his father’s split body, reeking of blood,

and this unknown man looking down at him, hand extended.

Where was he supposed to go?

“You were born to kill people.”

‘There’s also Solar Eclipse.’

I glanced over at the second script, Solar Eclipse.

Solar Eclipse, A

In a conservative period setting,

even if a new star appeared, it wasn’t easy to hand over the lead role right away.

So inevitably, villain roles were more common.

That’s why playing a good, young male lead felt refreshing.

“I’ll do both.”

“Huh? Are you sure you want to decide so quickly?”

If that’s the case, I’ll just do both.

Seok-ho looked worried, concerned about filming two historical dramas simultaneously.

But,

‘I have immersion and long training, so I’ll be fine.’

Physical endurance and acting were not issues for me.

“Oh, by the way, the edited version of Hero is done, and the director wants us to watch it together.”

“Really? That was fast.”

“With the Mise-en-scène Film Festival’s mid-April deadline, he wants to keep tweaking it, and he wants your input.”

Input, huh.

‘I should probably say as little as possible.’

Too many cooks spoil the broth.

‘I trust him completely, so I’ll just tell him I’m okay with it.’

One person, the director, was enough to handle film editing.

It was an indie film anyway.

Sometimes it’s better to stop editing before the movie loses its essence.

A timely stopping point could actually improve things.

‘Come to think of it, isn’t Endless Frontline also due for editing soon?’

Wait a minute.

‘So Hero and Endless Frontline will both be coming out around June or July?’

If one does well, the other will benefit too.

As I eagerly awaited their release,

Ding! Ding! Ding!

It was like Sims - The Real Life was reminding me not to forget about it.

The notifications were relentless.

The messages read: